Special Agent - Part One

 Lee convenes at Headquarters with fellow agents. He immediately senses something amiss. A female agent who used to be his lover is being impersonated by a person who is definitely not her. He can tell by this un-sexy walk he sees.

He didn't know it was supposed to be her until a fellow agent calls out her name. If this impostor has everyone fooled, how best to alert them before this mole can escape in secret.

He figures on a head-on confrontation. He draws his pistol and levels it calmly at the impostor. He firmly demands this mole identify themself. Headquarters is in an uproar. Senior agents are frantically screaming at him to lower his weapon and stand down.

Lee waves his free hand dismissively and blocks them all out. Despite the tumult in the room, he can hear his target speak as if they are alone at a graveyard.

"It's me, Agent Lee. Just Agent Dawson."

Lee sighs and shrugs off this bluff. It doesn't sound like her. Too raspy. Holly Dawson has a voice sweet like honey. Real Holly was on first name terms with Lee. She wouldn't have needed to peek down at his name badge before warbling out his formal address. That is exactly what this impostor did.

Holly could very well have altered her entire look and style of walking but that mannish voice, unfamiliarity with him and those garish fake nails Holly had firmly declared she would never wear were three strong strikes not to be written off.

Impostor did not need to know all of what gave them away. They just needed to fess up and reveal whether Holly Dawson was still alive. Lee was even more confident than when he had drawn his pistol. This spook was not going to pull a fast one on him.

"Nice try. Your real name please," Lee sighs calmly as he lines up his shot carefully. Impostor edges towards Lee. Probably sensing there will be a numbers advantage intervening to deal with Agent Lee if he can be disarmed in front of these cowards. Making a move when Agent Lee has his gun drawn would be a mistake in a direct conflict with him. He will inflict fatal wounds before he lets his piece go. He waits patiently for this impostor to reach that point of no return. Impostor speaks slowly but Lee can see muscles tense up in prep for a fast sudden move to be made.

"I told you, I'm-" BAM! One round through an enlarged Adam's apple silences the impostor. Four agents who were too afraid to get between Agent Lee and the impostor now rush at Lee. He holsters his sidearm neatly and hits four men coming at him with their arms flailing blindly. His fists connect for four knockout blows. A quartet of [he can only assume] glass jawed falsettos fall at his feet. Satisfied he has pacified his work crowd, Agent Lee strides over and rips a wig off of a fallen impostor.

Every man with a pulse gasps except Lee and the guys who are out. Lee has not killed a woman and he never will. A resounding room full of men slapping their heads occurs. A male crew cut revealed makes a heavily made up face lose all deception of femininity.

All men standing around Agent Lee shift in their polyester slacks. It is a collective move to put their boners away. None of them had realised this agent dame was not a dame. Did that make them gay? How about Lee? Wasn't he rumoured to have gotten freaky with this freak show? Why kill him now?

Their attention is drawn by Agent Lee pulling bits of flesh coloured plastic out from under those fake fingernails. He shows them to his top senior agent.

"These are exact replicas of Dawson's fingertips. That's how he fooled our security fingerprint scanner to get in here."

"Why did you kill him? We could have questioned him about his mission and any data he may have stolen."

"More at stake than just that. Besides that, you saw how every idiot in this room was fooled. They tried to stop me and would have if I had pulled my shot. Then our mole would get away scotch free and a league of idiocy inhabiting this office would have committed me."

The top agent's throat gets tight. He tugs at his stiff collar. He is exactly the type of idiot who got fooled by the charade.

"Why corner him at all? Maybe tail him when he leaves. Spy on the sly."

"Putting one in the wind is always higher risk. Stakes are too high for that. If I gave even a hint that I suspected his fraud, he would disappear before I could gather info on him. If he is killed or captured, his threat ends. These fingertip replicas last only 12 hours before human sebum or sweat exposure will disrupt the moulding. I need to check surveillance feeds to figure out if this is his first visit here. If it is, our data is likely uncompromised. If it is not, Dawson is likely still alive."

"Why does is it need to be you?" the top agent gulps nervously, wondering if he could guess the answer without seeming foolish again.

Agent Lee grins cockily. "I am the only agent who noticed any difference. As much as I'd love to distance myself from a case involving my former partner being missing, I am pivotally necessary for this."

"All right, access will be granted. You will have those security tapes pronto. I will have a rush put on it." Lee's direct supervisor forces himself to grin back and generally looks relieved to have something useful to contribute to this vital investigation.

"Uh huh," Lee looks around at the fools milling about. "We'll have to interrogate these rubes who tried to stop me. Their story has to be straight and clean to be sure none of them were in league with that dead guy."

~ TO BE CONTINUED ~
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Coming up : That impostor evidently spied on Lee's office colleagues every day for weeks until that very day Lee came in and spotted them. Lee soon gathers a task force comprised of guys he considers "not sissies" to mount a rescue mission for Agent Holly Dawson.




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